I was in a gigantic old house
suffering ruinous deterioration which
my
father had bought. My father, my father's attorney (Smith), as
well as a boy were also in the room with me. I told the others to wait a moment,
that I wanted to check on something, and I walked into an adjoining room. I
opened a closet in the room, climbed up on something, reached down between the
walls of the closet, and pulled out a dark cloth bag.

I could feel a lump in the bag,
so I knew something was inside. I reached my hand into the bag, pulled out a
handful of money, then carried the bag back into the room where the others were,
where I set the bag on a table and began pulling out money. As I counted out the
money in front of the others, the boy was especially amazed, while Smith merely
seemed interested. I said I hadn't reached the "wad" yet, which I could feel in
the bag.

The money cosisted mostly of
$20 bills emblazoned with
president Andrew Jackson's portrait. I finally pulled out the "wad" which
had a $100 bill right on top. At first I thought the whole wad might consist of
$100 bills, but then I saw a $1 bill and a $2 bill on the other side of the wad.
As I started counting the bills in the wad, I discovered the wad consisted
mostly of post cards instead of currency. I laid down the postcards, then
continued counting the cash. Altogether I had $500. I was happy with that and
the boy seemed completely astounded.

I began looking through the
post cards which were very old. I told the others I had gone to the closet to
look for post cards in the first place, not to look for money. I figured the
attractive postcards were from the early 1900s. Most pictures displayed
well-executed cartoons on the front. I found them attractive. Turning one card
over, I found writing on the back, but no stamp.